I don't really care about this blog do I?

My other blogs are way cooler.

This one is like the retarded cousin who sits in the corner and drools and plays with his weiner. No one wants to talk to him, or tell him it'll be ok.

Well, little blog, its not going to be ok. You're like my dog. A bygone from another era that I just really don't care about, but you still continue to exist.

Fuck you blog. Fuck you to death.

Sigh, Another new blog...

At night, I do my damnedest, to find a good solid three hours with which to write fiction. Thanks to a supportive wife, a head full of ideas and the loving embrace of bourbon, I am usually able to accomplish this feat.

I decided to sign up for one of these infernal blogs at about 8 this morning.

It is now 12:44 in the afternoon, and I've only now come up with a blog title that didn't exist before.

That's right. I spent almost 5 hours trying to come up with a title. Words written today in my novel?

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